Okay, now I’m truly done with this book. Thank you all for coming on this journey with me! There’s actually a short skit about John and Riz in here too.
Hello, is everyone well? This is Itomori here.
I’m grateful for those who have purchased this book.
This is the sequel of “Miss Appraiser and the Gallery Demon” and the continuation of Riz and John.
I have some back story (?) to share. There may be some spoilers below, so please be aware.
These are the main contents, but I had planned to have Riz trapped in a painting. I also thought about other plot devices such as seasons being brought into the painting and how those drawn would grow and age. I was conflicted over those to the last moment but it all involved being trapped in a painting. Riz was captured by the demon who killed John’s previous contractor… that sort of scene.
The result of my conflict was deciding to cover everything in the main pek (paint).
In addition, the character called Greco who appeared in the real book was, at first, a bearded old man over the age of 60. For some reason, it seems I have the habit of naturally making bearded characters. I have to thank my editor for their advice because Greco safely became a beautiful young man.
Here are my acknowledgements. I am very grateful to my editor who took care of me. It was encouraging to be supported by their advice and schedule adjustments! I look forward to working with you in the future.
Yoi Machi. Thank you so much for the beautiful cover and illustrations this time too! I fall in love looking at these detailed, gorgeous, and brilliant drawings. John is very sensual and handsome.
I would also like to deeply thank the people who have continued to support me, those involved, the sales people, the proofreaders, and the storekeepers where my books were placed. I’m also grateful to my family and friends.
I hope the readers who have read this book were able to enjoy it.
Under these emotions, although it is just a conversation, please have this scene of John and Riz after he was forced to be an angel.
By the well, late at midnight.
“—It won’t come off. This paint won’t come off… my wings are stiff…”
“John, I’ll also help wash your wings.”
“To think I’d end up washing my wings at well in a winter night. It’s cold… My wings are freezing. Aah, humans are such wicked and frightening creatures. They’re able to make a demon despair to this extent? I want to go back to my safe hell.”
“John, don’t cry. If you cry then my heart will hurt too.”
“Who’s crying? In the first place, your heart is far from hurting when you’re the criminal who splashed paint on my wings. I can only see you trying to hold back your laughter, to say nothing of reflecting on your actions. I detest you. Unbearably so.”
“Ah, the water really is cold. Even if the paint falls, your wings will become frozen in ice.”
“Shut up. Enough already and go over there to be quiet. Aah… to think I was dirtied by a human… I cannot believe it… even though, despite my appearances, I’m a high-ranking demon. And yet I’ve encountered such atrocity…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility for staining you like I promised.”
“I don’t believe in verbal promises. I want you to make a declaration of marriage that you will pay careful attention to your husband and never again splash them with paint.”
It took about two hours until the angel returned to being a demon.
Well then, I hope I can see everyone again somewhere else.